Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.